[IC - Drop]

[vorenado]

[it's a perfectly normal (at least as normal as Camp gets) afternoon, the kind where you think absolutely nothing could go wrong. Gale seems to think that too, but judging from the way he just stopped walking on his way to the Embryon cabin and glanced skyward, you might not be able to tell. the angry, bright green lines traveling up his left leg

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[watchesovoreyou]

...must you what?

[vorenado]

Leave.

[the lines grow stronger, brighter]

[watchesovoreyou]

...

It's that time.

[vorenado]

So it is. I do not know... if we will see one another again. I suspect I know where I am going.

[watchesovoreyou]

Don't we all?

[vorenado]

If nothing else, I will see you again in Nirvana.

[watchesovoreyou]

...do you truly believe that?

[vorenado]

[smiles, despite the pain]

Yes, I do.

[watchesovoreyou]

...

Until then.

[vorenado]

[hesitates, wincing briefly as the lines travel up his leg]

Jenna...

[watchesovoreyou]

*speaks soft, tense, fists curling at her sides*

...Gale. David. Whatever you are. I...suppose I owe you a measure of thanks.

[vorenado]

Do you.

[watchesovoreyou]

To say the least.

[vorenado]

... I am glad to have earned it.

[watchesovoreyou]

...

You appear to be in some discomfort. How...?

[vorenado]

I am not entirely... certain. It may simply be... from the removal of my body from this atmosphere.

[grits his teeth, the lines travel along his arms]